Boosmörgåsbord

When I was made, I was nothing but a heart
My brain and body an afterthought

And when growing up, I was taught
That hearts are silly things

Made of sunshine and songbirds with sugar for wings 

(But I’m simply not any of those things)

I’m a puddle reflecting the colors in the sky
A snake in a tunnel, a shake and a sigh

Holding on tightly to one specific ba-bump
And the hope that I’ll be more than a sad little lump